Winsome Blog

us

2011-06-05T10:45:00.000-07:00

us
da mos peace lovin natsion
in da whol wide worl

us
don care if yo lyin eye
see all dem dead body

us
din do nothsin

Reality

2011-05-07T05:39:00.000-07:00

this reality
as "Sweet Mist" in the meadow
sings a sad blue song

Cherished Flower

2011-03-21T14:12:00.000-07:00

although tis full grown
this beautiful young flower
brings joy to my heart

on this train of life

2010-12-03T07:45:00.000-08:00

we glide swiftly past distinct neighborhoods
as faces and languages and rhythms change
blending colors and hair refuted by style
by woolen coats tattered scarves and tattoos
expressions and impressions of pain and joy
and lost love steadfast challenged by time
and place and definitely defined space
seen expressly through a dark and murky veil
disturbed only by clicks and endless clacks
of this swiftly moving
never ending train
of life

once upon a time

2010-09-19T15:45:00.001-07:00

i treasured a beautiful bowl
as my most prized possession
i would hold it in my hands
gazing at it with adoration

i would run my fingers gently
across its multi-textured surface
decorated with gold and silver
as it bedazzeled my senses

not long ago i was startled
by a door harshly slammed shut
and my bowl, my lovely bowl
slipped from my fingers

i watched it fall to the floor
and shatter into tiny pieces
very tiny meaningless pieces
scattered about my feet

i picked up the pieces
large and medium and small
and with patience and love
i glued them together over time

my bowl was never the same
is spite of patience and effort
it was warped and it leaked
and had lost its bright lustre

and so too it is with love
once upon a time

Will

2010-09-19T05:22:00.001-07:00

through a doorway to my hearts desire
he burst with bludeon, cleaver and sword
he attacked my mind, my heart and soul
all about me fell to pieces in a pit
of darkness, of fear and of ruin
all that i cherished was crushed
all that i knew as bright shining light
began riding through the valley of pain
on a dark toy horse of ill, named Will

Jack MacSmacker

2010-09-18T11:13:00.000-07:00

ol Jack MacSmacker
for Miss Shirler Sweetpacker
had a real knacker

green

2010-09-13T06:16:00.001-07:00

we need green

green grass
green power
clean green emissions
green jobs
fairly distributed
green money
and green Martians
to come down here
and fix this green "$#!?"

if you know what i mean
about green

since then

2010-09-08T07:13:00.000-07:00

i have not found it easy
to share my heart
with anyone

my heart was shattered
one time too many
the first time

The Shortest Western Movie Ever Made

2010-09-06T22:18:00.000-07:00

Rustler:
Why you reckon that is?
Cowboy:
I don’t reckon.

Rustler:
Why don’t you reckon?
Cowboy:
I don’t reckon cause it ain’t
my business to reckon.

Rustler:
Ummp, you got a smart answer
for everything, ain’t you?
Why you reckon that is?
Cowboy:
Well, since you want me to reckon,
I reckon you got a gun and I reckon
you itching to use it and I reckon
you must be in love with death
cause if you go for it
that’ll be the last move you make …
I reckon.

war

2010-09-06T13:46:00.000-07:00

you got guns
& we got guns
& we know fo sho
somebody gon die today

within this moment

2010-09-02T20:51:00.000-07:00

this reality
as sweet music in a meadow
sings a sad blue song

da man you want me to be

2010-08-31T09:51:00.001-07:00

i kno you been hurt lil girl
i kno by dat sad look in yo eye
i kno you been hurt pretty woman
i kno by dat sad look in yo eye
look lak you haf a blink away
from dat bucket a tears you wanna cry

you say you want a dog for company
cause a dog a true and loyal friend
you say you want a dog for company
cause a dog a true and loyal friend
you say dat the only way you can think of
to ever love true love again

well i ain no mangy mutt
an I ain't no pedigree
i don bark in da dark
an i don lick evey face i see
i'm jus strong and sure and lovin kind
baby, i'm da kinda man you want me to be

i kno you been hurt lil girl
i kno by dat sad look in yo eye
i kno you been hurt pretty woman
i kno by dat sad sad look in yo eye
look lak you haf a blink away
from dat bucket a tears you want tu cry

earth

2010-08-31T08:07:00.000-07:00

our mother begs us
to take care of her
to love her for her gifts
of flowers
of rain

our mother begs us
to respect her
for her longtime marriage
to sun and moon
and stars

our mother begs us
to care for her children
every creature living
on her spinning breast
traversing heaven

our mother begs us
to be at peace
to receive her gifts
with love and adoration
and affection

our sweet mother begs us
to explore our hearts
to open our eyes and see
and she will smile
forever

or . . .

wondering

2010-08-29T15:41:00.000-07:00

starry sky i gaze
wondering when pale seashell
turned to blue moon?

news

2010-08-24T07:08:00.000-07:00

if you can't bring me good news
don bring me no news a tall
yeah, if you can't bring me no good news
don bring me no news a tall
i had nuff bad news hard times and tears
to cover my house from wall to wall

i don like no crabs and oysters
don need no overhaul
i don like no snakes and snitches
don want no beck and call
i don need misfame and fortunes
don need no bad luck a tall

if you can't bring me good news
don bring me no news a tall
yeah, if you can't bring me no good news
don bring me no news a tall
i had nuff bad news hard times and tears
to cover my house from wall to wall

i had nuff bad news hard times and tears
to cover my house from wall to wall

to cover my house from wall to wall

my lover knows

2010-08-22T14:45:00.001-07:00

an everlasting bond
so strong cupid blushed
as he fired his arrows
deep into our souls
transforming a universe
into fire and passion

and ours became
a bold and magical
charm and flame
outshining earth and
sun and moon and stars
far beyond infinity

What's on my mind?

2010-08-10T10:21:00.000-07:00

now das a good question
cause my mind full up
wid dem dat likes me
and dem dat don't likes me
but dey all tickles me
an makes me smile

i gots wunnerful friends
wunnerful family
an wunnerful enemy
and i jus gots ta luv em all

cause all life be ...
is de bes movin piture
ever made in 3d full color
panorama an surround sound
might well set back and enjoy
cause life ain stoppin fu a secon
all da way tu da las bref

Saluting The Final Dawn

2010-08-01T07:59:00.000-07:00

and dawn comes swiftly
rising above an endless horizon
riding on strong horseback
green with power and will
and everlasting might

fire and light and love
and life arise singing its song
as death scurries to cracks
and dark holes to hide
an evil face from shining bright

sweet song fills a universe
of love with rhythm and rhyme
as reason engulfs space
and time and all life faces right

saluting the final dawn

friends foreverlasting, lovers neverlasting

2010-07-28T04:52:00.001-07:00

somehow we accept difference
the flaws, the quirks, the beliefs
of a friend for a lifetime

Somehow our greatest mission
is to change our lover
into our own image

somehow our friend is forever
when needed in sunshine
and in every dark hour of despair

somehow lovers desert us
when we cannot mirror their image
nor be a clone of an ideal

somehow a friend brings gifts
gifts of love, peace, and joy
no strings and no demands

somehow a lover brings ifs
if you don't say this or do that
this relationship is over

somehow a friend sees our heart
knows we are loyal and loves
till death do us part

somehow a blind lover doubts
love and loyalty and, too soon
brings destiny to a Y in the road

Somehow, for some strange reason
lovers never stop to ponder
friends, foreverlasting

lovers
neverlasting

origin

2010-07-27T07:57:00.000-07:00

from bittersweet ocean
of root and deep desire
we came within a swirl
of dance on crystals
of sparkling salt

dance within tangles of breath
dance within furious convolution
of dark sky jaw open wide
swallowing us into its bosom
its sea of turmoil and anger

of sun, of sunset
of moon, of whirling cloud
of dance into long night
endless twirling dance
twirling long before dawn

this day

2010-07-24T06:35:00.000-07:00

this day is a day
of timeless beauty and you
its loveliest song

today

2010-07-24T05:04:00.000-07:00

today is a day
of timeless beauty and i
its most lovely song

mm tellin you a true

2010-07-21T21:51:00.000-07:00

he tell she eveyting he kno
den she tell she eveyting she kno
den dey tell dey eveyting dey kno
now, dat be gossip ain't it?

dey oughta keep dey lip zip tight
den de good God'll smile on dem fu sho
now dat be a true as it git ain't it?
cause dat be on de blessed side a right!

the greater the gift shall be

2010-07-14T07:34:00.000-07:00

this sweet small voice tells me
stay the course turn not around
just keep on a going, son
just keep on a going straight ahead

find your pleasure in the doing
find your joy along the rocky byway
though your destination seems
it seems so distant far away

now your journey's end is near
and your reward is oh so grand
for the harder your struggle
the greater the gift shall be

this sweet small voice whispers
stay the course turn not around
just keep on a going, son
just keep on a going straight ahead

look not right, left, up nor down
nor hear a discouraging sound
soon your eyes will open and see
the greater the gift shall be

an innocent warrior

2010-07-11T13:10:00.001-07:00

you were young and proud of your uniform
in your heart you believed in the cause
fervently delivered by your country’s leaders
words wrapped in passion and airs of truth
with pride and dignity you went off to war

without question, fearlessly you obeyed orders
dutifully to kill and maim and lay to waste
every suspected enemy you encountered
you sent to their final resting place
or to the crushing horror of servility

you moved up in rank and pomp and circumstance
swiftly to grand position “General of the Armies”
your valor, your dedication and your true belief
carried you far from feeling oppressed
far from living the life of a poor country boy

to being the faithful right arm of the oppressor
they thought you were one with them
they welcomed you deep into their inner sanctum
and gave you a royal position behest in deceit
your innocence could not comprehend

no longer a puppet with bright shoulder stars
you had become a grand puppeteer
finely dressed in well tailored blue suits
giving you an air of being as voracious
as they are deep in their heart of hearts

they thought you knew they asked you to lie
they thought you lusted things of earth
with the same avarice and fervent passion
to which they had long since degenerated
and sold their souls for wealth and power

you believed they were honorable men
and though you doubted the shabby evidence
the lie you told sent legions of soldiers
and fury of the gods to besiege a distant nation
and change forever the nation you love so dearly

now, you sit with your inner eye open wide
with your belief and your heart shattered
isolated in the small space of consciousness
with memories of innocents you killed and maimed
soldiers, civilians, men, women, and children

because you never questioned hidden motives
of those who sent you off to war
because you never questioned
                                        hidden motives
                                        of those
                                        who sent
                                        you off
                                        to war

turning point

2010-07-08T08:57:00.000-07:00

i am of earth
an exile
in search of home

through this illusion of death
i have travelled many times
in many shapes and forms

i have suffered and died
and loved and lost
and killed and been killed

behind this curtain
of all that is uncertain
i have bourne joy and sorrow

perhaps, this time
i will pass through the door
prepared for the righteous

perhaps, this time
i will lay me down
my double edged sword

perhaps, this time
i will forget the temptations
of earth, of war

of revenge
of all that stains my heart
of all that pains my soul

for i have been a fierce warrior
who thought an honorable death
to be acquired on distant battlefields

one who relished malice
as the only solution to problems
incurred with my fellow beings

caught in this web of deceit
at this decisive moment
i fiercely wrestle with soul

i have much for which to forgive
and much for which to be forgiven
for i have missed the mark

i have landed again and again
within this never ending ellipse
that leads to absolute nowhere

now i stand still
and i wait for a revelation
today i will not be moved

today i have fallen on my knees
and i listen for the small voice
that will answer to my soul

intently i listen
and if there is only silence
i will gladly turn to stone

Rainon

2010-07-07T12:35:00.007-07:00

my name Rainon
naw! it ain Rayner
or Raynor, or Ryenon
my name pronunced Rain-On

i got da right name
cause ever since i wuz born
it been rainin on me
hard like a storm

parents just walk out
left me when i wuz two
dey just locked dat door
and disappeared

neighbor heard me cryin
days later and rescued me
i was a scared little mess
don't know if got over dat

dark clouds been over me
ever since dat day dey left me
dem clouds open up wide and
look like rain never gon stop

i got adopted sebm times
but dey always got ridda me
i kept stickin my wanna know nose
deep in places dey kept very secret

i always found them hush hush
don't nobody wanna tell about
thangs them people would just die
to keep buried in a dark place

ever relationship i ever had
got rained on, so i decided
dat that must be my talent
so i made it a real profession

das why i am so successful
i am the greatest private eye
dat ever took on a case
when i crack em dey stays cracked

i knows how to git into people's
minds, dey hearts, and dey business
and i can stay in em all till dirt
fly out to me on a magic carpet

yeah my name rainon
it just keeps a raining on me
but i sticks with evey storm
till da case close

you, my love, my lovely, my lover

2010-07-01T07:50:00.001-07:00

you, my love
my morning star
my shimmering sun
after hard rain

you, my lovely
captured my heart
and it fluttered
as thought transformed
to precious moments
of your sweet presence

you, my lover
with whom i entrusted
my loyalty and my joy
one bright early morn
so silently
you
disappeared

beyond reality

2010-06-24T14:38:00.000-07:00

love permeates air
and beautiful lotus' bloom
in the garden pond

something to cling to

2009-08-30T15:45:00.000-07:00

in my heart, sometimes
were it not for this despair
i would have nothing

missed opportunity?

2009-08-02T07:47:00.000-07:00

          had i attempted
                        over the past
                                        17 months
                                                     to collect
                                                      my tears,
                                         my sorrow
               i wonder how much
      i would have fulfilled
              an eyedropper
              a teaspoon
              a tablespoon
              a cup
              a jar
              a pitcher
              a bowl
              a bucket
              a barrel
              a spring
              a stream
              a river
              an ocean
              a world
              a moon
              a galaxy
              a universe
                      or,
              a black hole

                      of . . .

this morning

2009-08-01T08:17:00.000-07:00

sky leans ninety seven
and three quarter degrees sharply
into a light gray mist
as blue sun rises
slowly over western horizons

everything sparkles like June
or October Jones
or whatever her name is
where waters are shallow
and clear cold and still

where ocean liners and steamships
sit silently on deserted docks
and mice run down the clocks

and mice run down the clocks

Rain, it on my mind

2009-07-29T18:31:00.000-07:00

steady downpour rhythms
soothe inner streets of soul

like song when Lady Sings, or
Howlin Wolf painful moanin
way high up and over
a midnight Mississippi valley full moon

gray distant thunders confirm
ol Lightnin done struck a chord
a new harmonic invention
somewhere in invisible heights

yeah, Mr. Hopkins broke another chord
and dat melody heard round da universe

ain't nothin lak reflection
ain’t nothin lak da dark gray rhythm uv rain

my friend, i and our crazy pests

2009-07-15T07:32:00.000-07:00

in the wee hours of this morning
you have an insane bird
that bangs against your windows

i have a gray rat
that rattles papers and
is faster than speedy gonzalez

so, please, send your crazy bird
across this vast span of ocean
to eat this rat and disappear

really, i woke up this morning
to the sound of rattling paper
and that startled me

if that wasn't annoying enough,
i looked closer and saw a gray
rat tail moving along my windowsill

it was disgusting

now i am a peaceful man
and i hate to kill animals
so, i don't go hunting

i'm rather particular

i don't go into wild animal territory
and i certainly don't
want them in mine . . .

mutual respect is required here
but, if that sneaky critter
comes back tomorrow he's dead

i will send his pink and green soul
to rat heaven and his hairy
gray body down the drain

so, it's my prayer that
God will have mercy and give that
critter a warning since i can't

cause i don't know rat language
nor do i care to learn it
merely to warn him of impending doom

i hope you have food in your house
i also hope the weather changes
i hear it's very cold in Finland

an exceptional chill, ice and all

it was warm here for a couple of days
now it's overcast and raining
i have an appointment in 45 minutes

gotta go

i can't imagine a rat souvenir but,
when that crazy bird kills himself
send me a feather

feathers vs hearts of stone

2009-07-05T09:23:00.000-07:00

righteous angels of yore align
now declaring a great nation
soon to fall to deep desolation
having surrendered to greed

to arrogance and unwarranted
claims of superiority over nations
as divided by cast, color, class
corruption and death of souls

once wealthy men and women
will bare themselves to the sky
and walk barefoot on highways
long and desolate to nowhere

the allure of lies shattered peace
to hallucinations more powerful
than love of life and justice for
fellow souls suffering indignation

somehow, once again we forgot
and traded diamonds for blood
gold for scalps, countries for oil
and crushed souls for free labor

we are our brothers only keeper
yet, we listened to the melody
we danced frantically to the music
now we are indebted to the piper

so, scales of justice now calibrate
for feathers vs hearts of stone
and clouds loom on the horizon
ominous heavy dark and low

one sad love song

2009-04-25T14:12:00.000-07:00

falling through clouds of melody
i merge with a wave of radio
and jukebox
and phonograph
and ipod

riding lyrics of love song
riding bright yellow sunbeams
into moonless midnight hours
where loneliness reigns
and stormy day
is an affair with pain

yeah

falling through long days
and nights of endless years
i am revolution of a tune
vibrating a spinning lyric
that turns my soul
into one sad love song
within a medley of grief

a changing season

2009-03-20T16:57:00.000-07:00

two lazy days ago
when late afternoon sun
was shining bright yellow
and distant leaning
into the faraway sky
i walked in the garden

i was the only creature
other than the squirrels,
the rabbits, the chipmunks
and the beautiful birds
brave enough that day
to challenge the chill

colorful carp and crusty turtles
easily navigated the lake
one duck walked along the crest
of a little brown knoll
where a carpet of grass
is eager to turn lively green

Snowdrops, Byzantine, Gladiolus,
Jasmine and Crocus of many colors
are in full bloom and trembling
as tiny tips of Daffodil buds
though not yet open
struggle to turn yellow

when solitude surrounds beauty
no distractions appear
to dim the bittersweet joy
of nature's heartbeat
and it seems I am always
alone there when it is cold

struggle

2009-03-20T10:23:00.000-07:00

Sometimes it's hard ta git
da real goodie from da beehive
oh, but da honey is sweet.

wrestling words

2009-03-01T12:04:00.000-08:00

picturesque images flow
from lifeless pen points
filling blank space
with living energy

colorful words
sparking indelible imagination
stirring eager souls
endless and magical
sorrowful words
gleeful words
comforting words
hard bitten words of love
dancing singing
swirling floating
motionless prayerful words

words fleeting through crevice
and open space of mind
like flocks of determined birds
moving swiftly
north south east west
away from or to
disappear in the distant recess of mind
away from or to
land on few pieces of parchment
away from or to
joy or sorrow of
another day of song

fascinating words
indelible impressions
within chambers of countless hearts
upon walls of infinite soul
deeply burrowing fathomless ether
of the record of life

ripe to be a blues man

2009-02-25T17:21:00.000-08:00

i done had my heartaches
had em fifty years and more
ummh, i done had my heartaches
had em fifty years and plenty more
time makes me ripe to be a blues man
too old to be a hard rock star

some folk say day think i’m crazy
to be da dreamer dat i am
yeah, some folk say i’m looney crazy
to be da all day dreamer dat i am
dreamin fu a pretty lovely woman
and a long red shiny roadster car

i’d drive her round da city
all thugh the country too
we’d stop down by da lakeside
and catch a fish or two
we’d ride on long down 5th avenue
and do all da thangs happy peoples do

yeah, i kin be a dreamer dreaming dreams
of lovely women an a long pretty shiny car
lord, i kin be a dreamer dreaming dreams
of lovely women and a long pretty shiny car
ah, i kin sang dis heah blues song
but i’m too old to be a hard rock star

i got one foot in heaven
got da other one way down in hell
done had my share of good times
fell on bad times just as well
sho hope I kin change direction
before ol death ring dat final bell

so, I’m gon tho way dis ol saxophone
git me a brand new twelve strang guitar
yeah, I’m gon tho way dis ol sax
git me a redwood twelve string blues guitar
cause I’m ripe to be a bluesman
and I’m too old to be a hard rock star

memories

2009-02-20T07:50:00.001-08:00

we smiled
and sang sweet songs
together we sang
blues and ballads

we walked in the garden
a hidden paradise
a place of beauty in the midst
of a cold harsh city

we laughed
and listened to joyful sounds
of doves and meadowlarks
cardinals sparrows
and mockingbirds

we fed colorful carp
swimming through water
dimly colored with algae
and watched cherry blossoms
fall like pink snow
on the bright green grass

mysteriously we would glide
through fields of bluebells
past tall trees past magnolias
sycamores evergreens and redwoods

we held hands
gazed lovingly into our eyes
and sighed into deep dark nights
of our most pleasant dreams

we watched full moons
rise above the distant horizon
and took long journeys
on superhighways through cities
glimmering with bright lights
and over dark back roads
through country towns
to a lovely places
by rolling brooks
filled with trout and bass
leaping high into the sunset
dodging lures of intense fishermen
wearing tall boots
wading in the waters

my small space
crammed with books
two computers
pictures
a money plant
pots
pans and old memories

my small space
was alive with your presence
your warmth and your kisses
then quietly at sunrise

without a word
one morning you left

you left
your yellow satin robe
on a shelf by the door

you left
your combs
your brushes
and long dark strands
of your hair

you left
your brown suede slippers
lined with soft lambs wool
neatly by a wall

you left
your earrings
your makeup
your lotions
your shampoo
your perfume
and your shadow

in the season
when leaves turn color to fall
quietly
very quietly
you left

me

memories

2009-02-20T07:50:00.000-08:00

we smiled
and sang sweet songs
together we sang
blues and ballads

we laughed
and listened to joyful sounds
of doves and meadowlarks
cardinals and sparrows

we walked in a lovely garden
a hidden paradise
a place of beauty in the midst
of a cold harsh city

we fed colorful carp
and watched cherry blossoms
fall like pink snow
on the bright green grass

we seemed to glide through
fields of bluebells
past tall trees past magnolias
sycamores evergreens and redwoods

we held hands
gazed lovingly into our eyes
and sighed into deep dark nights
of our most pleasant dreams

we watched full moons
rise above the distant horizon
and took long journeys
on superhighways through cities
glimmering with bright lights
and over dark back roads
through country towns
to lovely places
by rolling brooks
filled with trout and bass
leaping high into the sunset
dodging lures of intense fishermen
wearing tall boots
wading in cool clear waters

my small space
crammed with books
two computers
pictures
a money plant
pots
pans and old memories
is now dark and empty

my small space
was alive with your presence
your warmth and your kisses
then quietly at sunrise

without a word
one morning you left
you left
your yellow satin robe

you left
your combs
your brushes
and long dark strands
of your hair

you left
your brown suede slippers
lined with soft lambs wool
neatly by a bookcase

you left
your earrings
your makeup
your lotions
your shampoo
your perfume
and your shadow

in the season
when leaves turn colors to fall
quietly
very quietly
you left

me

silence

2008-10-31T00:25:00.000-07:00

a dark cavern
in lost space

cold infinite ceilings
where hungers hang

without wings

volcanic tears
sear hollow earth

here stars drown
while swallowing the moon

conundrum

2008-08-06T07:59:00.000-07:00

a sly maven of darkness
maunderer growling in the night
a frightful shrouded sound
beginning with the mysterious M

mystery, a mystic whisperer
a whim full of wind and waves
an old star falling aimlessly
slowly dying in deep dark heavens

a mausoleum of mallow vaults
waiting for Maundy Thursday
to cleanse the soulless feet
of those who killed mauritians

mystery, the conundrum
wallowing in a swirling maw
delightfully regurgitated to jawls
masticated by cud chewing mammals

maundering through fogs of pain
soul turns time, sleepless to
dreams of bright morning stars
dispelling mystery M with light

Regarding My Donation To Obama

2008-06-21T15:38:00.000-07:00

My good friend wrote to me:

"I don't know how you are able to do that.
Things are still too tight for me to do
any such thing, but I will consider that."

I replied:

I was sick all week and I didn’t eat
anything for three days. The next 2 days
I ate fruit and a sandwich. Yesterday,
I ate some fruit and a half pack of that
Knorr/Lipton Rice and 2 slices of bread.

So, I figured I had saved enough money
on groceries this past week to make that
contribution to the Obama campaign and
you know what? It was the right thing to
do cause . . .

After I made that donation I felt a whole
lot better and you know what else? I’m
not in the least bit hungry.

I ate 2 bananas at 5 P.M today and I’ll
have a veggie sandwich later tonight.

So, my illness and my fast was all for
a good cause. It’s great to sacrifice
something for something worthwhile,
at least once in a lifetime.

Yep, I feel better than ever. And now that
I know I can eat less - you know what I
think I'll do? I think I'll fast and donate
and feel real good about it at least one
week per month until after the election.

And should I start failing in my commitment
all I have to do is look at a picture of Mr. Bush
and Mr. McCain standing together and that
should be sufficient for me to lose my
appetite for at least a week.

Thanks, for considering making a contribution
to Mr. Obama. And if you do, I promise you,
your heart and soul will sing!

winter

2008-03-28T07:43:00.000-07:00

a swirling snowflake
beyond my comprehension
rides the northwest wind

beginning the Tuesday workday

2008-02-20T17:01:00.000-08:00

As I opened my eyes
at sunrise I kissed
my imaginary lover
hummed my favorite
morning love song
took a long hot shower
had a cheap breakfast
ate an apple
ate an orange
ate oatmeal
and in those moments I

admired the sunbeams
streaming lithely through
cracks between thin slats
of white Venetian blinds
rays of Tuesday morning sun
bringing sweet colors
of bright yellow and green
and dark gray shadows
from sycamore leaves
lazily lingering outside
almost touching my window
almost touching my origin
flickered by currents of air

so lovely
I sighed a wonder
and paused the frame
as if in fervent prayer
lost in a timeless place
with an unusual essence
in the moment before I
faced the solitary wall
stared at my eMachine
then got very busy
making imaginary money

the light

2008-01-12T08:23:00.000-08:00

alone the silent warrior stands
by a tree in the wilderness, attentively
he listens to a steady heartbeat
to the soul of the redwood

he listens.

days and months turn to years of many
as he stands firmly rooted to earth
soul to soul suspended in foggy dark
from infinite sky to white hot core

occasionally he opens a small book

he draws small pictures on old parchments
as the tree speaks he draws the image
and records a beautiful sonata that grows
into a magnificent symphony of time

movements of the dance of the dead

for time and timelessness he records whispers
as the voice of the tree releases
the meaning of being a beloved son of sun
roots extend far beyond the fat deep that is

into and between uttermost particles of all earth

top to bottom, center to circumference and beyond,
far beyond the higest leaf of imagination
from finite consciousness of alpha
into infinite consciousness of omega

one by one he drops sweet images                                                           t

from the parchment he holds so dear,             h
and they fall to earth                                      G
slowly dis in te grat ing                          i
                              in to the         L

dumb cliche truth?

2007-12-31T14:07:00.000-08:00

leopards don't change spots
tigers ever wear pinstripe
mad dogs always bite

this midnight

2007-12-31T05:56:00.000-08:00

sweet summer's delight
bursts forth from dreams you invite
sweet dreams, this midnight

winter

2007-12-22T18:43:00.000-08:00

a swirling snowflake
beyond my comprehension
rides the northwest wind

stance

2007-12-07T09:17:00.000-08:00

high upon a hill
building a cold distant house
love is far away

to: my dear war monger

2007-11-05T08:10:00.000-08:00

i sincere hope yu find
i ain tryin tu reach yo mind
cause mind it hard an cold
freeze da core yo very soul

mind it weigh yu down in stigma
chain yu in dat dark stall uv enigma
truth is, when yu final depart
what count is what in yo heart

search what yo heart suppose tu hold
an forgive me bein so crass an bold
tu say, when yu enter da worl uv nether
judge weigh yo heart gainst a feather

yo heart sink dat scale lak a boulder rock
yo soul in fu a mighty shock
cause yu gon have plenty hell tu pay
fu what yo evil mind done done today

To my I

2007-07-06T19:09:00.000-07:00

Beautiful flower I am
Just after dawn quickens
And I of me I wither
Like morning glory
Long before a noonday sun

With unyielding determination
I ride the strong bull hastily
Steadily toward a reunion sky
Toward clear visions
Of my I

a path

2007-07-06T18:27:00.000-07:00

a long dusty path
stretches beyond
a valley alive
with green & purple
& sounds of songbirds

hung up

2007-07-06T18:18:00.000-07:00

this long vast silence
engulfs the disconnection
from a distant heart

an unpredictable season

2007-04-15T15:08:00.000-07:00

this particular spring is senseless
bushy wild, like so many people
who leave meandering frost
in the wake of thin airs

threats of icy days hang heavy
yet these tender cherry trees
stand defiant in full bloom
with sweet fragrance

delicate matchless beauty
fearless
unafraid

this night

2007-04-07T09:03:00.000-07:00

this night is no longer
a smooth bright stone
comfortable to walk around
or to sit inside its soothing
velvet darkness in silence
to dream of love

rather, this night is jagged
shards of broken wine glasses
and shanks of rusty tin cans
old axles that smoothly turned
well oiled shafts and gears
to the wheel of love

this night is the remains
of cinders from far beyond
the range of melody and memory
a fine pollution easily stirring
to blacken tall verdant trees
and obscure the full round moon

who you anyhow?

2007-03-27T12:03:00.000-07:00

you ain no runaway train
an i ain no broken rail
how you gon run over me?
stone statue standin still

a poetic failure

2007-03-20T11:55:00.000-07:00

for some things
there are no syllables

some things
like losing a dream
to an abyss
or the fire in your soul
some things
like grieving in a void
beyond understanding

hey, that's an idea
for a verse, isn't it?
perhaps, the lyric would be:

the sun didn't rise this morning
or yesterday morning
or the morning before that
she hovered silently
below the thin horizon
maybe a year or so ago
and there she stood still
where her presence could be slightly felt
and a lost soul could barely anticipate
a bright ray of hope

the sun stood still in darkness
and hovered below the wide horizon
patiently waiting for disaster
the shedding of a Mississippi
River of tears, a tragic drowning
in a gulf of trepidation

no, it's not yet a song
not even a middle c
on the last string
of a broken violin
just a tragic failure at timing
   meter,   reason and   rhyme

just a tragic failure
                                   at     timing
                                             meter
                                           reason

                                                and     rhyme

verse

2007-02-02T23:51:00.000-08:00

a silly game
a dance

with letters

        and symbols
        entendres
        and innuendos

a playful dalliance
cutting into mind

        and heart
        and soul

setting fire
to blank pages
in the world

The Last Cherokee

2006-12-10T16:17:00.000-08:00

The Last Cherokee

Black Storm sings like Madman
moaning blues to the crest
of an orange harvest moon

Black Storm's haunting
full round sullen sound
mocks the intense lonliness
of long lost ghostly Loons
boldly straddling bare tops
of dead trees and empty teepees

Black Storm moans like a man gone mad
scattering hope dust into whirlwinds
and darkness into pitch black night
deep whirlpools of Oklahoma crude
and leaves from an old dead tree

Black Storm mourns
The mighty Tennessee

Black Storm mourns
The mighty Tennessee

Red Shoes and Blue Blues

2006-12-04T03:50:00.000-08:00

Her lover was a cad
Had a habit of making her feel really bad
So she bought some red-red shoes
For cheer when he gave her the blues

She would wear them day or night
With only white or colors really bright
Yellow, orange or pale lime like spring
For a touch of class, one ruby teardrop earring

To the world a happy face she always showed
But in the misery of her painful abode
All she ever did was cry; just cry
Till not a single spot in the place was dry

Then one day after flaunting a pretty woman
Not somewhere else, but right in her face
He ranted and raged like a raving madman
About the disgrace her tearstains made the place

He said she should certainly take better care of him
She sould take notes on how good Sally treated Jim
How Sally always rubbed her husband on his nose
Massaged his ankles and kissed his toes

Then he really lit her fuse
Said she looked slutty in her ugly red shoes
She was mad as hell as she apologized
For being so inadequate and lowly in his eyes

"I'll do better" desperately she promised him
Then she gave his hair a professional trim
Cut it into a most perfect crew
And followed through with a great shampoo

Shaved his face as close as cash
Gave some shape to his scrawny moustache
Clipped his nails and plucked a wild eyelash
Then deftly swept the mess into a calabash

Now she had done everything to perfection
She placed mirrors to see himself, every direction
He grunted, squinted and found ten ways to complain
About how her hot tears left unsightly stains

In ghostly silence she fetched his favorite brew
Leaned down and kissed him on his brand new crew
Whispered low perfect clear, "Sweetie here’s to
your good cheer" As she slit his throat ear to ear

Then tenderly she donned her pretty red shoes
And clothed herself in different shades of blues
More striking than the first breath of spring
She topped it off with her ruby teardrop earring

Into nignt she walked toward ever lively Frisco bay
Her red shoes shining against majestic sidewalk gray
Music swing and sway, erasing harsh events of the day
She danced a sultry night away

mr. moon

2006-11-02T02:56:00.000-08:00

moon is strange
hanging there silent
and bright like a jewel
a precious round stone
that shapeshifts
disappears and reappears

a magical wonder
beyond comprehension

is it the object of a dream
changing shape slowly
against countless hues of blue
a quiet thing to admire
drawing endless emotions
from the vast variety of soul

it seems so certain

surely always on time

for the wedding
for the harvest
for the conception
or the fading away
of breath

a misunderstanding of light
clearly informing us
that we know nothing

Counterpoint

2006-10-12T09:31:00.000-07:00

Oh,
that the lyric of my dream
would lightly touch your ear
tenderly caress your heart
and play a love song to your soul
a forever classic
an ever moving star
Perhaps,
an eternal comet
etching long days and dark nights
with music we have never known
no rhythm or line
no space or time
our dream
deep sublime
Perhaps,
somewhere in your dark eyes
i will find what i lost in you
and on this eternal anniversary
celebrate this lyric of my dream
Resolutely,
with this silent caress of soul
an endless edge of mind
cutting through space
severing time

last call

2006-10-12T04:04:00.000-07:00

big top is up
guy wires strung
seats well placed
the rings
the high wire
the cages
lights brighter than sun
a ringmaster cracks a whip
the crowd stands up
the lions roar
the show goes on
whether or not this clown performs
or the paymaster calls his name

Ha

2006-10-10T21:42:00.000-07:00

Ah ya ya
Sometimes the sound
is just a sad sound

Ah ya ya
Ah Ha ya ya ya
ya Ha ya ya
Sometimes the sound
is pure joy that
rattles the soul
and trembles

Ah ya ya
ya ya Ah ya
Sometimes the sound
just stumbles and falls
and tumbles in space
past the moon
Ya ha
past suns and twinkles
Ha ya
through black holes
it falls
ya ya ya ya
Deep dark black holes
Ya
where It falls only
Ha
on the ear of God

Ah ha
Ah ya ya
it is heard

after Rain

2006-10-10T11:22:00.000-07:00

along this unpaved road
long since grown with thistles
i turn to land after rain

in this solemn place i stand
where horseshoe prints
and tracks of old wagon wheels
etched the land like a mural
and with joy i squeezed red mud
between my toes after rain

this is a forgotten place
once fertile with tall cotton
and crops of corn and goobers
sweet blackberries and wild cherries
a juxtaposition of hungry weevils
tender butterflies and hummingbirds
whose thin wings filled the air
with color and song after rain

here on this sacred ground
children's laughter was sweet music
echoing from pages of heavenly hymnals
forgetful of plaintive moaning
hellfire and damnation falling
from the lips of tormented preachers
lost in a sea of salty perspiration
drowning the hope of desperate souls
smothering the cleansing after rain

here once again i sense my oneness
with earth and sky and depth of night
as the velvet sweet scent rises
from somewhere beneath my feet
sending my senses reeling
in splendid primordial joy
reaching for salvation after rain

that certain freshness that settles
and permeates even iron and steel
fills all corners of this land
caressed by gentle and soothing sunbursts
streaming through great white clouds
gently bending its golden glow
into rainbows in the mist
all quiet and tender after rain

flickering by

2006-07-06T12:27:00.000-07:00

earth is lush
verdant after yesterdays
heavy clouds thunder and rain
as refreshing as your sigh
and the cool comfort of your skin
the easy rise and fall of your breast
gently as you slept in my arms

those gray days of lightning
at sunrise near the western beach
at malibu and big sur and even inner city
where smog made snow capped mountains obscure
to the vision of natives and transients
without discrimination

Yet, your laughter at sunrise
and against purple and orange sunsets
over pacific waves relentlessly pounding
rocks and sand and mudslides and earthquakes
made it all bearable and as beautiful
as God intended it to be to eyes of the blind

In the deep night sky sometimes
the stars were bright and as endless
as our hearts beat one rhythm, one song
I knew all that I have now forgotten
the sweetness of your touch
how to feel endless depths of your soul
with every breath of my limited vision

how to unbridle emotions letting them run free
like stampeding herds of mustang young and wild
pounding their hooves against the hard earth
at full gallop shattering the moon
shattering every pane of defense I clung to so desperately
with fear that one morning you would be only a memory

I never liked the idea of broken dreams or of pain
of small creatures crushed under wild hooves of steel
hooves that crush the fragile curtain of soul
my soul where the still waters run after rain
and lovely buds appear tender and fragile
full of color and fragrance and anticipation of morning dew

after all, these rivers run deep and cleverly hidden
beneath an illusion of peaceful waters
where neither breath nor sunlight nor rain
has been the same since I shut the door and locked it tight
against the pacific I left behind many lives ago

somewhere in a dark corner lies the remnant
of the immense volume of my vibrant soul
that only on certain days as I cross bridges
high above the Delaware or the great Susquehanna
only when I accidentally look down and see
my vague reflection in the smooth shiny waters
do I see the innocence of the me that was,
of the you that somehow disappeared all too soon

only then do I realize that this earth is lush
that the grass is velvet and green
and the leaves shiver and shimmer with anticipation
as the bright red sun sinks into the horizon
and the sky fades into darkness

We Came to Know the Man

2006-06-21T17:41:00.000-07:00

we came to the place
of the river of tears
and the river was dry
the sky was bright
yet there was no thirst
many were strangers
from far corners of earth
witnesses to truth
spoken from the sparkle
in our eyes
from the tenor
of our voices
from songs
of our souls
and in that moment
we transcended
to a higher place
higher than our 'selves'
to the heaven within
that moment of truth
that precious moment of if
if the judgment panel
were composed of people
passed by for a second
chatted with casually
for a minute or an hour
associated with for years
or committed to for lifetime
all said and done
the songs sung
the glimpses through
sparkling windows of soul
that danced on the altar
validated this single life
as a treasured stone on earth
now become a living rock
among the trembling stars
for in that brief moment
of truth we came to know
and judge the man
worthy of the light

For Tommy Derrick Young
My beloved Cousin and Friend
June 20, 2006 - 4 0'Clock A.M.

she don gossup

2006-06-06T01:35:00.000-07:00

she call me on da telaphone
wid all bad news from yestaday
always calls me on da telaphone
wid all da bad news from yestaday
wish she call me jus one time
when she got somethin good ta say

she talk about da dead folks
she talks about da livin too
tell me bout all da dumb thangs
what day say an do
say she don neva gossup
but she ain neva thugh

don’t neva reach a period
her sentence don’t neva end
lawd, she don’t neva reach no period
her sentence don neva end
she don even hafta breathe
befo she wind up an starts up agin

if I eva hears dat same ol story
anotha time bout da price a tea
lawd, if I eva hears dat same ol story
one mo time bout da price a tea
thank I a have a conniption fit
cause dat a be da death a me

i know evey thang bout da preacha
know evey thang bout da choir too
know evey thang bout da busses
fu da trip dey hire an what dey gonna do
guess I got ta believe her cause she say
she ain no liar an what she say is true

when she call me on da telephone
now i hates to hear it rang
when she calls me on dat telephone
lawd knows i hates to hear it rang
a hundud time she done tole me
evey dull an borin thang

she talk about da dead folks
she talks about da livin too
tell me bout all da dumb thangs
what day say an do
say she don neva gossip
but she ain neva thugh

she rang me up on da telaphone
wid all bad news from yestaday an tuday
neva fail ta rang me up on dat telaphone
wid all da bad news from yestaday an tuday
wish she rang my phone jus one time
when she got somethin really good ta say

stomack flu

2006-06-05T23:12:00.000-07:00

it bed a rusty nails kinda mornin
feels lak a broke back houndy dog
it a bed a rusty nails kinda mornin
say i feels lak a broke back houndy dog
moanin croakin and a burpin
lak a bullfrog on a ol forsaken log

my head turnin and a spinnin
stomach doin a flip de do
ol head turnin and a apinnin
my stomach doin a silly flip de do
got me tossin an a turnin
more'n just a time or two

can't go see my docta
cause I owes too much to him
can't even call my good docta
cause I owes much too much to him
can't go tu no hospita neitha
cause i'd never ever finish payin dem

it bed a rusty nails kinda mornin
feels lak a broke back houndy dog
it a bed a rusty nails kinda mornin
say i feels lak a broke back houndy dog
moanin croakin and a burpin
lak a bullfrog on a ol forsaken log

lost forever

2006-06-04T22:04:00.000-07:00

yesterdays sweet fruit
the thousand poems in my head
died on fragile vines

-----> ?

2006-06-02T06:07:00.000-07:00

mysterious life
a mere wall of small thin air
between death and breath

a contradiction?

2006-05-29T07:39:00.000-07:00

like imperfect life
never been never will be
a perfect haiku

woe

2006-05-28T07:52:00.000-07:00

woe blues an sorrow
wider than a ocean pond
oh woe blues an sorrow
wider deeper than a ocean pond
over here an up over dare
an way way far beyond

i'm a hard workin man
workin night an day
i say i'm a hard workin man
workin deep night an brighta day
got no dimes in my pockets
got no good times to play

she a containtus woman
drive me up da wall
yeah she a blind containtus woman
drive me up dat steep uneven wall
she smile jus lak nothin happen
when i crash down an fall

woe blues an sorrow
workin on my nerve
yeah woe blues an plenty sorrow
workin on my last tenda nerve
i'm all crinkle burnt out baby
lak a overdone brown an serve

woe blues an sorrow
wider than a ocean pond
oh woe blues an sorrow
wider deeper than a ocean pond
over here an up over dare
an way way far beyond

dissonance

2006-05-26T11:15:00.000-07:00

on minor notes of
tragic misunderstandings
relationships end

a new dimension

2006-05-21T16:16:00.000-07:00

from the distance
i saw the blue marble
spinning in space
with spots of emerald green
and swirling white patterns

suspended beautiful
spinning in the distance

so, at the speed of light
i soared toward it
with outstretched wings
and great anticipation
but the ship was fragile
and the rock was hard

friends

2006-04-29T20:54:00.000-07:00

a heavenly gift
without strings or heavy ties
priceless, natural

10:41 amand 32 seconds

2006-04-27T07:55:00.000-07:00

today

i feel like weeping
weeping like a willow
with countless limbs
bowing over an eternal lake

unfastened

2006-04-27T07:21:00.000-07:00

through long winter years
my friends remain close to heart
fierce lovers vanished

my wild beautiful bird

2006-04-25T10:37:00.000-07:00

i put her in a gilded cage
so from my favorite seat to muse
admiring her brilliant color

i expected her to sing

instead she stared at a painting
of hills and trees and birds in the wild
as her feathers drooped to fade

her silence was an eerie sound

i moved her by a window
where the morning sunlight streams
bringing the joy of day and seasons

i expected her to sing

silently she stared into the distant sky
far beyond change and light and time
deep into a purple midnight blue

her melancholy permeated my dreams

weeping in the dark, i was
in sleepwalk wandering aimless
empty, from room to room

i expected to sing

but transported in magical arms of Morpheus
one morning i found myself by an open window
she was sitting on the sill

her silence was an eerie sound

she looked at me with gratitude
then swiftly away she flew
easy landing in a nearby tree

wrestling with noise she battled

flitting lithely from limb to limb
as from silence to sonance she sorted sound
until wondrous song filled the wind

silence was an eerie sound

stretching and mighty lifting high
i saw my wild beautiful bird
disappearing in the distant sky

The Dollwith the blue parasol

2006-04-21T00:38:00.000-07:00

It was quite by chance
I only got a glance
But never I'll forget
the doll
With the blue parasol

Most impressions quickly fade
Few are permanently made
But never I'll forget
the doll
With the blue parasol

If you see her you'll know
Why my face has a certain glow
When I'm thinking of
the doll
With the blue parasol

Some impressions quickly fade
This one's permanently made
Cause I'll never forget
that magnetic doll
With the blue parasol

untitled

2006-04-20T08:27:00.000-07:00

she doted every
calculated silly move
every word he said

she never questioned
his philosophy "find a
sucker bump her head"

prophesy of demons

2006-04-20T04:26:00.000-07:00

five hundred years ago
a scorpion moon saggitarina
saw in a divine vision
a great fire over new city
two huge pillars tumble
freedom chain eyed
a world drunkenly rums felt
and wantonly bushwhacked

deserted

2006-04-10T15:47:00.000-07:00

i look left
& rails & crossties
lined by bright white
& deep blue lights
disappear
to a fine point
centered in pitch black

i look right
& rails & crossties
lined by bright white
& translucent green lights
disappear
to a fine point
fading in stark pale yellow

i see no trains

wandering about

2006-04-10T07:27:00.000-07:00

what is a moment
glitter of precious metal
scent of a flower

listening to sirens
worry of a mundane thing
being one with Om

kinda haiku view

2006-04-09T21:39:00.000-07:00

swiftly the moment
this orange blue day in time
flitting butterfly

swiftly the sad wing
a void in yellow blue time
trembling hummingbird

little tiny tune
stiff red iron weathervane
lightning over hills

strikes twice runs
faster than the speedy mink
sweet water bottom song

time wounds our sky
a clean flood washes sorrow
swiftly the moment

each day

2006-04-07T06:56:00.000-07:00

I wake to play
these words
like a Young child
in gardens
of colorful balls
and swings

Hunting & Gathering

2006-04-06T13:53:00.000-07:00

                     time like a sleek
                                             dark cormorant
            glides through space
                         dives deeply
           and always moves
    towards certainty

Change 2

2006-04-01T16:06:00.000-08:00

              I.
I
Am       I
In a         am              I
World          in a             am
Where it is          world             in a
Everything is       where it is         world
          Strange         everything is          where it is
           Where               strange         everything is
Everything            where           strange
Changes      everything       where
      But           changes       everything
There               but          changes
     Is             there         but
   No                is           there
Change           no             is
                       change        no
                                               Change

              II.
I
Am
In a       I
World         am              I
Where it is          in a             am
Everything is          world             in a I
          Strange        where it is         world
           Where         everything is          where it is
Everything               strange         everything is
Changes                 where           strange
      But         everything       where
There           changes       everything
      Is                but          changes
    No              there         but
Change              is             there
                       Change          is
                                                 Change
ooooooooo

Cimarron Bill

2006-03-30T22:23:00.000-08:00

In Arizona day pass a special law
Traveled fast from jaw to jaw
If it’s Bill you meet
White folk you got ta cross da street
Don’t walk or stroll or jog or jaunt
Don’t be lax or nonchalant
Don’t care if you out wid yo ol favorite aunt
If you don't wanna be part a yesterdays kill
Don't walk on da same side a da street wit Bill
He carry six big guns
He expert wid every single one
Easy at his left and right trigger fingatip
Colt 44’s swingin low on each swayin hip
He carry rifles in each saddle side slip
Kin sprang to action in a zippety zip
Now for thos a you who don’t believe
He got derringers up his sleeve
And when all is final said and done
He real sensitive ta folk just poking fun
So you better not let yo loose lip slip
And flip da wrong kinda lackadaisical quip
Cause dat a be da last snuff you dip
Sho nuff, when he choose not to shoot
He tho knifes from each black boot
And if by some freak accident
You git close enough to squint
At his pinky ring and gold watch band
You a learn firsthand and man to man
Say nothin bout his gals pretty little lockets
He got straight razors in his pockets
Now you ain got ta believe a word I say
Dis advice free you ain got ta pay
Jus go ax Old White Joe
Why he bald and walk so slow
Now, I ain one to give no free advice
Usual I tells you once and charge you twice
So consider dis a one-time treat
If you think life good and sweet
If you strollin round and it’s Bill you meet
Tip yo hat and cross da street

Change

2006-03-30T09:46:00.000-08:00

           I.
I
Am       I
In a         am             I
World          in a             am
Where it is         world            in a
Everything is       where it is        world
          Strange         everything is          where it is
           Where               strange         everything is
Everything            where           strange
Changes      everything       where
      But           changes       everything
There               but          changes
     Is             there         but
   No                is           there
Change          no             is
                       Change       no
                                               Change

           II.
I
Am
In a       I
World         am             I
Where it is          in a             am
Everything is         world            in a
          Strange       where it is        world
           Where         everything is          where it is
Everything               strange         everything is
Changes                 where           strange
      But         everything       where
There           changes       everything
      Is                but          changes
    No              there         but
Change              is             there
                       Change          is
                                               no
                                                 Change

Twixt

2006-03-29T07:46:00.000-08:00

meandering through this day
like a small creature struggling
through molasses on a smooth
through mollassescounter
through mollasstop

mesomewhere between

meandering &
struggling twixt
the light bulb
and the drain

manhood

2006-03-29T07:32:00.000-08:00

don’t send no mo junk mail
by god i gots what i needs

neva you mine length
dieameter or sircumflerence

crookd or strait

ol Johnson in da bush
don’t make me no man

black widow

2006-03-28T21:02:00.000-08:00

a cunning spider
weaving delicate strands
in sly corners
meticulous in white
spreading thin veils
of tribulation
of binding travail
over tender red petals

a web of sites

2006-03-26T09:27:00.000-08:00

with soul i try
turning sites
to works of art
an endless effort

robots and nanograms
remain half baked
floating silly sales letters
in cesspool cyberspace

and as they gasp
and grasp for light
these meager words
fall dead from my lips

lately

2006-03-18T03:54:00.000-08:00

lately i've been thinking
a lot lately
of trees

a 1960 Perfect Summer Night

2006-03-15T20:05:00.000-08:00

Lil Cricket, Frog, Gebo
TallTree and TweetyBird
crooned moon songs neath
the corner street lamp
Too Sweet was knocking
on Leila's side door
she wasn't answering
he had a lousy rep

All the neighborhood
perched on low porches
or high stoops spying
the strolling couples
headed for Clifton Park
where the street ends
in a cool breeze
by lovers reservoir

cruising easy in my sleek
stick shift 5 in the floor
laid back flat convertible
maroon Mercury Marauder
I was leaning lively against
bright white interior leather
just ahead of the Jones boys
candy apple red Harleys

yeah, them Jones boys
always had different set
of sassy beautiful ladies
astraddle their saddlebags
hugging them tightly
and giggling with glee
seems they traded elegant women
like bubblegum and baseball cards

in those lighthearted times
when neighbors had trust
and good folks talked
across brigs porch rails
and borrowed bread
and milk and sugar and
laughed at themselves
for being so human

in my heart i was hoping
Too Sweet would stop hangin round
by vanishing into rock hard cement
between tight bricks too pressed
to breathe God's fresh good air
I mean, he carried a knife a razor
and an unnecessarily harsh temper
somebody could get killed

luckily I swung down the alley
just as Leila snuck out a window
dodging Too Sweets insistent knock
I stopped and opened the car door
and this dark beauty slid close
her eyes were sparkling bottomless
containers of deep dark night
and endless infinite stars

Leila was a dusky sweeet dream
that could turn to nightmare
if Too Sweet ever found out
who left him in the lurch
knocking futile against hope
it was so surreal when we turned
the corner just as the crooners
hit high notes of "This Magic Moment"

The night was clear
the air was clean an fresh
we seemed to float along
those bright city streets
with an overwhelming passion
as we tossed care to the wind
and we swiftly disappeared
"In the Still of the Night"